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Like a freshmen in his first semester of college.
I miss home. I miss warmth. I miss people who aren't fucking insane. I miss people who are just chill and honest. I miss my mom, my cat, my friends. I miss the park. I miss the ocean. I miss downtown. I miss the sunsets. I miss the sunrises. I miss KTA. I miss Longs. I miss Alpha Video. I miss the strange and happy and clearly senile Japanese woman who rides her bike around by bayfront. I miss loco mocos, chicken katsu, korean chicken, non-shitty fish, sushi, lumpia, ton katsu, warabi, misoyaki salmon, shrimp tempura, kahlua pork and cabbage, shave ice, lychee, manapua, etc. I miss running down/up Mohouli and Kukuau St to James's house in Sunrise Ridge. I miss driving to Peepeekeo to visit my grandma and just sitting around the house with her. I miss lighting incense for her at the shrine and seeing her pray every morning. I miss setting a towel out on the lanai and reading a book in the sun. I miss driving and often seeing Tomas walking around randomly. I miss seeing Theon look out of place in his strange Buddhist-themed house designed by his British mother and scary father. I miss walking around in slippers. I miss calling them slippers instead of flip flops. I miss being called Kimi without it sounding weird. I miss not having to remind myself to not say "pau" or "shoots". I miss people not asking me "How are you?" every single time I see them, even when I see them like ten minutes later. It's nice of them, really. But I'm just not used to it and it throws me off. Even though Brian (and only Brian) says people from Hawaii say "How are you?" all the time. Maybe if you go to the bank and apply for an account or something or if you're having lunch with the mayor, I guess. Otherwise the complimentary "How are you" is just unsettling. I even miss our Mormons, because they were weird but not crazy. They were just really nice Hawaiians or some other type of Pacific Islander who wore moomoos (mu'u mu'u, whatever).
I miss home. I miss warmth. I miss people who aren't fucking insane. I miss people who are just chill and honest. I miss my mom, my cat, my friends. I miss the park. I miss the ocean. I miss downtown. I miss the sunsets. I miss the sunrises. I miss KTA. I miss Longs. I miss Alpha Video. I miss the strange and happy and clearly senile Japanese woman who rides her bike around by bayfront. I miss loco mocos, chicken katsu, korean chicken, non-shitty fish, sushi, lumpia, ton katsu, warabi, misoyaki salmon, shrimp tempura, kahlua pork and cabbage, shave ice, lychee, manapua, etc. I miss running down/up Mohouli and Kukuau St to James's house in Sunrise Ridge. I miss driving to Peepeekeo to visit my grandma and just sitting around the house with her. I miss lighting incense for her at the shrine and seeing her pray every morning. I miss setting a towel out on the lanai and reading a book in the sun. I miss driving and often seeing Tomas walking around randomly. I miss seeing Theon look out of place in his strange Buddhist-themed house designed by his British mother and scary father. I miss walking around in slippers. I miss calling them slippers instead of flip flops. I miss being called Kimi without it sounding weird. I miss not having to remind myself to not say "pau" or "shoots". I miss people not asking me "How are you?" every single time I see them, even when I see them like ten minutes later. It's nice of them, really. But I'm just not used to it and it throws me off. Even though Brian (and only Brian) says people from Hawaii say "How are you?" all the time. Maybe if you go to the bank and apply for an account or something or if you're having lunch with the mayor, I guess. Otherwise the complimentary "How are you" is just unsettling. I even miss our Mormons, because they were weird but not crazy. They were just really nice Hawaiians or some other type of Pacific Islander who wore moomoos (mu'u mu'u, whatever).